The Chapel of Reason
While I might have once held my home country in loose contempt, with enough maturity and travel we're on speaking terms again. But there are still some facets to this place that absolutely astound me. One thing that seems uniquely american is what I call theme life. Why go to Italy when you can go to Vegas and the Venice out door shopping mall? Why go to Australia when you can go to the Outback steak house? Why do anything legit when you can theme your way out of it? Everyone wants their living room to look like page seven Pottery Barn and every condominium complex has austere European naming conventions. The Bordeaux Highlands. Terra Verde. Chapel Provencal. Yeah. Because nothing is more Provencal than identical human chicken coops built three feet apart.
And I know. So what. And you're right. But I don't have to like it.